Zombies Everywhere

Zombies, Soviets, Nazi Moon-Zombies, Ebola, Occupy…or an EMP
In the 60’s and 70’s it was common for the snotty Gruber-type elite Über-cognoscenti to dismiss *Zombies* out-of-hand (and write a Literature/Poly-Sci Thesis upon the straw-man argument) as the unnecessary* vapors and over-blown fear of the Soviet Union by small-minded, over-wrought, small-town, xenophobic, bitter-clingers who were afraid of everything outside their small horizon – and that anyhow The Government would save them.
If you notice in the horror classic, Night of The Living Dead, the Government and especially The Media are not depicted at all kindly. In fact they are depicted as many see them: unknowing, bumptious, and incoherent oafs who are utterly incapable of doing anything useful to stem the Zombie outbreak – and it is only the Local Authorities who are finally able to handle the situation.
Lately the Occupy protestors and more recently the Ebola virus have risen to assume the practical shape of “Zombies” – which is essentially an out-of-control situation that Big Gov. fears to deal-with, or uses to its own advantage. “Zombies” today are pretty-much a proxy for any demons that ineffectual and somnambulant Big-Gov. ignores – and Local People still must take their own destiny and protection in hand.
On the horizon are the ISIS Zombies who have an actual, practical-political and deadly dimension. Beheading “non-believers” in large-scale acts of murder indicate very clearly that the naive notion of “co-existence” is really pretty small-minded Ostrich-behavior itself.
The one consistent thing in all this (and in other TEOTWAWKI scenarios like Mars Attacks!) is that Big Gov. and its People have a place to run and hide (and YOU do not), until whatever it is blows over, and only afterwards do they come out of their spider-hole-in-the-ground to regain and re-capture Power in the wasted aftermath.
In the End “Zombies” are also a trigger-warning for people themselves to be prepared when (not if) Gov. fails them.
(* Necessity? You don’t NEED what they don’t think you don’t need…)

Rain Event #5 – Advice to the Young Artist

I had to go outside and furl-in the big deck umbrella that was starting to get whipped around. For those of you in the Pacific Northwet and those East and Southeast of the Rockies, our obsession with precipitation is probably a little weird – but the drought continues and it’s not looking up from here. This rain will get spread-out over a couple days, which is good because our trees that are getting hammered by the drought need a soaking, not a dump. We drained the 60-gal onto the cedar tree on the backside.
Meanwhilel we’re going to lunch with an old and long-unseen BFF of She-Whom-We-Obey – and her young artistic-prone lad. Someone who was back-in-the-day a bit of a “here comes trouble” has for a variety of reason (mainly the usual suspects: divorce, job-changes, economic stagnation) not been enjoying the uplifting aspects of Obamanomics in the 2010’s. I was also asked as a former graphic designer and user-interface pixel-pusher guy to give the aspiring artiste some tips…

At first I was flummoxed that such a request would be made of this old decrepit cast-off, especially in this day and age of “Software Hedonism,” – then I thought about it and came up with a couple things that might contribute:
1.) Drawing, namely Life Drawing. As an artist, anatomy is absolutely crucial. You simply gotta be able to pencil to paper and and shade bodies and textures – human shapes in all varieties of wrinkles and sizes: Plus! Live Nude Girls! (But frequently rotund for more complex surface-modeling, and/but then there’s Live Nude-Dudes! too…)
2.) The Color Wheel – you gotta master Complimentary, Contrasting, and Opposite colors on the big-wheel, so your work translates cleanly and isn’t muddy. Visually speaking, don’t poop on your parade.
3.) Type and Typography – learn kerning so that a word’s visual “color” is clear and concise – the letter spacing that your computer automatically makes happen isn’t always what you want.
4.) Tech Illustration: there’s jobs all over but not all are a lot of fun and zoomie-wowie 3-D crap. Engineering type People still and always will need block-diagrams and pictures of equipment, the backside of an array where the proper plugs go, flow-charts (not automated MSDraw crap), and Real Drafting. This is not CAD drawing but something similar and very-very flat. Enter Flatland, and learning *how* to do a proper block-diagram in Engineeringland will teach you things too, like the importance of clarity.
5.) Draw what you know and do it a lot. Even if it’s just a lamp. Draw a lot of different things and in different styles – and then separate them in your Portfolio so you’re not type-cast. Group things and styles-of-things together, and keep ‘em separated. Managers and hiring-types are not usually visually competent, like an Art Director, and once they see a certain thing they latch onto it and are unable to shift mental-tracks, so an abundance of stylistic differences is only confusing and disorienting to them. For instance: we once made some changes to the UI we were developing, and in order to highlight the subtle differences that we changed, we altered the color of those elements to purple so they would stand apart… But Once the Big-Boss Manager Doofus saw “it,” all he saw was PURPLE – and he loved it! He wanted EVERYTHING PURPLE!! But nooo! We were already on a different track that was well and scientifically established. Still for a month or so we were forced to include PURPLE in stuff that was sent-up for approval, until finally more level heads prevailed. Which leads to…
6.) No Job is Forever, No Job is without Do-Overs – and No-Job is without stupid-retarded time-compressed Turnarounds. Expect that on a Friday afternoon full-scale makeover is DEMANDED using a completely different style, that HAS to be at FedEx by 6:00PM to go to New York – when the FedEx is 7-miles away in rush-hour traffic populated by sleeping drivers who block and pace and generally frustrate Life and cause Mayhem and high blood pressure. Also No Job is Too Small. You get to meet a whole different set of people with small piece-work that the Industrial-Scale Artshop doesn’t accommodate, like Nice People instead of smarmy artsy-fartsy self-important Asshoolians with too many tattoos and piercings and caffeine in their veins. Also Things Change and what you were doing and the Godlike Software you were so adept at using just got bought-up by a competing company who doesn’t care for it, and suddenly your skill-set is obsolete. Things Change and what you were doing that was so vital for the Future of Mankind suddenly got sucked into the Black Hole of a Corporate Merger, and in the blink of an event-horizon you are sitting on a park bench enjoying the sunshine instead of laboring under fluorescent lights – you’re unemployed (again). Get ready for that.

National Ammo Day! Buy 100-rounds!!

National Ammo Day
Fourteen-years going strong!

From MArooned (link): For the uninitiated, the deal is that on November 19th the dutiful Gunnie is to go out and purchase at least 100 rounds of ammunition, ideally center-fire ammo but rim-fire if money’s tight (although these days, with the price of .22LR what it is, that’s not as much of an issue any more).
Ideally pick up 100 rounds of rifle ammo, or at least defensive pistol ammunition. Something more than plinking or casual range fodder would be great (although, really, anything is better than nothing).

As far as .22LR goes it’s not just price, it’s availability (or lack thereof) – but I don’t shoot a lot of .22LR to begin with.
I did not get into shooting via the much vaunted .22 round, because I didn’t start as a kid.
I began shooting with the .30-40 Krag (and whenever I come across a box I buy one), and moved up to the M1 Garand in .30-06 – and a .38spl S&W Model 10, followed by a ’43 1911A1 Colt Govt. Model .45ACP — for .22 I don’t have much emotional attachment. As far as .22 projectile launchers I only have a Sig P220/.22LR conversion kit-barrel thing, and the 1913 S&W 3rd Model Perfected Olympic single-shot pistol.
Instead we do (already) have a case of .22WRF (magnum-like!) for my Wife’s old Winchester Model 90 rifle – and as for feeding the Mossberg, I need more twelve-bore, but I’m enough of a bore already!

UPDATE: 100-rounds of American Eagle .38Spl, and 30 (6-boxes) rounds of “Royal Buck Low Recoil”, from Rio Ammunition, Inc. out of McEwen TN. It seems to be of Spanish ownership, the parent company being MAXAM Outdoors, S.A. Madrid – with manufacturing plants located in Spain, England, and Tennessee… Only $2.99 a box of five.

Out and About

The weather was a cool 68-degrees when we rolled out at 9:45, no clouds. We went down Bass Lake Road through Serano onto White Rock Road, and took that way out to Scott and hung a left out in the middle of nowhere. We drove past the backside of the Hangtown MX National Track.
Scott is a quintessential crowned two-lane blacktop hoot-and-holler blind-turn decreasing-radius roller-coaster ride. Be careful, there’s no shoulder and the barb-wire fence is right there after the ditch. Surprise! Some heavy-equipment came past in the opposite direction, wide-load stuff that was too big (and slow) for the freeway. One rig was pulling a flat-bed equipment-trailer, with a well-used, giant-yellow, earth-moving dumper riding on it. It was like a super-giant Tonka truck. Wide-Load indeed, the rubber of the tires bulged-out off the side of the flatbed and I thought it might brush-off my side-mirror. Be careful for what you find out there.
We drove on down, up and down, through an arbor of old oak-trees to Jackson Road (Hwy 16) and (right turn) thence through Rancho Murietta to Ione Road and on down to Meiss Road. You can guess where that leads. Forty-odd miles later we arrived.
Waiting outside in the truck my wife had observed the “changing of the guard” protocols: the RO calling the Cease-Fire over the PA system, then checking down the line, calling safe, and everybody (what few were there this morning) standing back behind the yellow, or going forward to change targets. I had briefly explained the touch/no-touch rules, but for a non range-rat it really helps to actually *see* it in operation and understand the safety involved. My biggest gripe going shooting the very first time was that nobody told me what to do or not to do, and I got yelled-at by an RO because I was out-of-line. I didn’t think my wife would appreciate that kind of baptism by fire-breath. It’s something we should all do for newbies. We put eyes-and-ears on, and entered the Main range-house/Pro Shop for some orientation.
The Staff is friendly and facilities are HUGE! They operate the facility and have some 40-different vendors who teach and train there, lotta classes, lotsa public matches – and somehow I gotta get back into my CMP groove.
Upon entry to the facility, by the front gate, are separate Skeet, Trap, and Clay ranges. Up By the main-range house are the 100-yard Rifle and 50-yard Pistol ranges – with a 300-yard rifle-lane for the public (if you can shoot a 100-yard group).
Next to that is a whole Silhouette set-up, with chickens (200 M), pigs (300 M), turkeys (385M), and rams at 500 meters – huh, metric guys. Further along there are six action-pistol bays for the SASS crowd, and then you get to the 1,000 yard long-distance range…
We joined. My wife wants to go back and shoot her Model 90 Winchester, and revolvers. Maybe try the AR too…
On out way out we went back up to Jackson Highway and took a right, then after a few miles a left on Old Sacramento Road and another left when we crossed Latrobe. We drove up Latrobe back to EDH and had a pizza at a little place in the newly built “Towne Centre.”
We could have gone right on Latrobe to Plymouth, and from there up 49 to El Dorado, or taken South Shingle off Latrobe right up to Durock Road (my buddy Pete told me “Durock” (durak) means idiot/moron in Russian – take that Putin.), and that’s the way I’ll probably go on any return trip since it leads right home… Rain forecast for Wednesday.

Sleep laying down

It’s a lot more satisfying than sitting-up. Also since the diaphragm is not under pressure from other organs stacking-up on it, I think you get more and better airflow – but I’m not an MD so I don’t know the actuals on that, but my walking-around breath seemed a bit short while I was occupied in the upright sleep-position.
We took a bunch of closet items and personal things: clothes and other materials, to the Snowline Hospice re-sale store. They are our main donation location since we don’t do that much with Goodwill up here.
Clear but cool not cold, more rain coming middle of the week.
We take a(nother) day out of the automatic drip rotation this week – so we’re down to one day of watering a week: Sunday. But we (now) have full rain-barrels that we’ll empty each time between storms and rain so that the plants and trees don’t suffer.
The Mossberg is coming along, I think I need to get the off-side (lefty) QD point, two rights don’t make it work, and I still need a bayonet – and a shotgun class. I have the Louis Awerbuck DVD but watching is not doing.

Rain Again! (3rd Time’s a Charm)

The last couple days we have awakened in a low cloud. By lunch-time visibility has increased to several miles and in the afternoon and evening the sunsets have brightened the low clouds. But last night the sun set within a slit of high and low clouds, and around 4:30AM the rain was pouring down in earnest. Today has been rainy and misty and drizzly all day and our rain-barrels are full again…Visibility is about a half-mile in one direction and much less in the other. The Sierras are getting snow but only at higher elevations (7,000 feet and up) because it’s a warm storm with Mid-Pacific moisture, not Alaskan.

Fast & Furious Gun-running #IXI

Obama’s Gun-Running Czar Eric Holder was unavailable for comment, or to plead for 5th Amendment protection, while fawning millionaire hypocrite Kerry signs UN arms treaty – which senators threaten to block.
I wonder how many of the 43 dead Mexican Student-Teachers killed by the Guerreros Unidos cartel were killed by BATFE “Fast & Furious” smuggled guns.

Drug gang members have described a horrific effort to make 43 teachers college students disappear, piling their bodies like cord wood on a pyre that burned for 15 hours and then wading into the ashes to pulverize, bag and dispose of remaining teeth and bones.
…They were driven to killing grounds in a dump truck so tightly packed about 15 of the young men suffocated to death. The others were then slain, apparently shot to death, and all were put on the fire, which was fueled by gasoline, diesel, wood, plastic and old tires.

The fact that the Mexican Police were implicit in handover of students to the Cartel gunmen under orders of Iguala Mayor José Luís Abarca is a further travesty of justice – and a perfect example of a Police State where only the Police are allowed guns, using thug-proxies to do its dirty-dirty enforcement work.